Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.